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Category: Relationship

Collection of Best Relationship Stories

  • My Messy Room

    My Messy Room

    “Kritika, come here and clean your room,

    It looks as if it is in full bloom.

    With rubbers and pencils all strewn,

    Over the carpet, desk and cartoons.

    come immediately and clean your room.”

    My mother was in a rage, upset, and tired,

    she had no help as the maid had been fired.

    I quietly got up to clean the untidy room

    As my mother had said it was in full bloom.

    I was astonished to find my secret diary out,

    As I searched it carefully I said aloud around

    “I need help, Mummy I can’t do this alone!”

    My mother replied that she was talking on phone.

    So now, since I was all alone to do this great most task,

    I made up my mind to do it fast.

    I started with my bed,

    And then the books which I had read.

    I went to to my desk,

    And now I needed a rest.

    And still I slogged and kept all my things

    which included books and even rings.

    And at last it was set high

    Now my mother would not fight.

    Or ask me to clean my messy room,

    As she had said-it was full in bloom.

  • My New Friend!

    My New Friend!

    How happy I was to know that we would shift home. My parents told me that we would be moving into another area which was on the outskirts of the town. It was a relief because we would be out of the noisy and dusty town. We decided to live in the countryside where we could feel the fresh air. There would be so peaceful. People there are filled with love, innocence, and care. There would be no skyscrapers. There would be no pollution. The air, the water, and the earth will be so pure. There would be calmness in the region. We will be so close to nature.

    Finally, we moved into our new house. “Will there be anyone of my age here?” Wondered Had to wait for the answer.

    The moon had set in and it was the first night in our new house. There was no sound in the streets. Now and then, the voices of people stretched walking could be heard. The silence stretched and I felt it was too long a night. The sound of the barking dogs made me jump up with fright.

    I soon got used to the silent nights filled with the sound of barking dogs. There was one dog in particular with black spots all over its body that roamed in the street during the day. It stood in the front of my house and looked at me with eyes that told me that it was yearning for love and affection. I tried not to look at it as it was stray dog Soon I had to accept it as it never moved away from my sight. I started feeding it with bits of bread slices now and then. Our friendship grew.

    Days went by, I noticed a change in the dog One night I heard strange cries near my house. The next morning I saw that the dog had given birth to six puppies. The puppies were cuddling up to their mother. Four of them looked just like her, one was a different color The sixth one was not normal. One of its limbs was stuck to its body. However, its face was seemingly attractive I gave milk to the mother and her pups. I felt very happy and content when I did this.

    Soon I realized that the dog and her puppies were no longer around. The following week I heard a soft barking sound. I ran and found the little pup that had its limb stuck to its body outside I could not for sake it I bought it home and fed it.This little friend now shares my happiness and sorrows and is always by my side. The puppy was so cute. He used to drink milk everyday and would protect our house. He made me so happy everyday with his love. I would used to love him back with more care.

    We both lived together, dance together and had lots of fun together. It look like we both were the best friends. We both were complete.

  • The love that failed to reciprocate

    The love that failed to reciprocate

    Stopping by the market, she filled her basket with varieties of fruits, vegetables and some necessary groceries for making a delicious dessert. She made sure she did have enough time to cook the menu she had decided. He was to meet her after seven long years. Her excitement was growing every minute, so much so she couldn’t focus on anything.

    Her husband observed her from a distance and came closer to help, trying to be supportive. He wasn’t even half as thrilled as his wife, with the arrival of their son. He would have preferred him to stay where he came from; even if they were given the least importance, Amal wouldn’t have taken the decision to get married to someone his parents would object.

    On an ordinary day, the queue at the cash counter would have tested their patience, but very strangely Amal’s mother seemed very calm and composed compared to her spouse who was cursing the poor system of the hypermarket. On their way back home, she spotted a toy shop and insisted that they pick something up from there for their grandchild, for their son’s daughter. He scorned at her suggestion, but reluctantly slowed his vehicle and tried finding a parking space.

    The shop was as fantasy oriented and as colorful like a child would love a massive choice of Barbie dolls and soft toys. The toys were arranged in age order, and also an apparel section ranging from infants to ten-year-olds. Sharda seemed clueless, she walked from one stand to the other in awe, wondering what would be the best toy she could choose for her 2-year-old granddaughter. He saw his wife smiling at herself, wondering what was this unconditional love that a mother has towards their children no matter how they behave, or how they abandon their parents.

    He saw his wife filling her trolley with items that were more than required. Unwilling to hurt her, he placed his credit card on the counter and looked at his wife, who was still randomly looking through the clothing sector, and selecting a baby pink dress which had fancy frills on it and also came along with matching booties, underwear and a hairband. She animatedly gestured at her husband asking if she could pick that up as well. He smiled and acknowledged, signaling his approval. She came running happily toward the cashier who was waiting to close the billing.

    They had been informed through the mail that Amal would be arriving on Saturday midnight, India time, and would be there for lunch at their place on Sunday. Though they wanted to greet them at the airport itself, he asserted that they would prefer to go to a hotel to freshen up, and that was what Emma would prefer too. Emma was their daughter in law, whom they hadn’t met till now. Sharda’s husband’s anger and stubbornness had prevented her to even see their picture or even their baby’s. But now, after seven long years, her husband’s thoughts changed, when he realized that his wife was unhappy, depressed and dejected. Her silence spoke a lot, and he decided to change the present for better days to come.

    She always was an early riser, but today was different, there was a mystical element to her life, she looked livelier and the glow on her face which was missing all these years was back. Very rhythmically she moved in her kitchen, sorting out her tasks one by one, and very calmly following the necessary procedures. She had selected an array of dishes of Indian cuisine but made sure that the seasoning and spice were minimal, considering the type of palate Emma was used to.

    Sharda’s husband was on his regular schedule that morning, completing his two hours of exercise and Yoga, he sat at the table expecting his elaborate breakfast but was disappointed to know that breakfast included only a cup of tea and two toasted slices of bread with butter and jam. His wife excused herself since she had a lot to catch up with the extravagant lunch for her son’s arrival and would not be able to involve a sumptuous breakfast as well. He accepted her explanation and binged on the toasts, hoping that their son wouldn’t disappoint his wife.

    It was half past one, and there was no news from their son. She patiently waited for their arrival, while her husband tried reaching the hotel where they were staying. At around 2 pm, the doorbell rang and she rushed to open the main door. On their porch stood their son, with a pale complexioned woman, who had an infant in her arms, that was blissfully sleeping cuddled in her mother’s chest. Sharda acted in a reflex, and hugged her son and daughter in law, with tears streaming her eyes, inviting them inside.

    It was a rather awkward feeling for Amal to be back home after a long pause, and it took more time than expected to break the ice and initiate a conversation with his father. As they settled themselves on the off white leather couch, Sharda busied herself with setting the table for lunch. Emma was awfully quiet and preferred it that way throughout the time she was at their residence. The wide display of food shocked her, but her appetite was low and ended her meal with only one plate of biryani and a cup of yogurt. This saddened Sharda, but she was pleased with the thought that at least she ate Indian food. Amal enjoyed his meal, and Amy, their daughter was in her best mood. Sharda’s happiness knew no bounds; she couldn’t distract herself with food, and her only focus was on her son and his family.

    Post lunch Sharda spent time connecting with Emma and Amy over some scrumptious dark chocolate cake. But the exchange of words did not be more than a few lines. When Sharda handed over the goodies she had bought for Amy, Emma accepted it gratefully but didn’t bother to unwrap the gifts or even show it to Amal.

    They decided to leave by 7 pm, which his mother resisted and requested them to stay back at their residence for the next few days they were in town. But very politely, they refused the offer and preferred to stay in the hotel. Amal’s father was a mute spectator to all that was happening and watched the gloomy expression on his wife’s face when their son was leaving. Amal’s father took him to the side and asked if he would be revisiting them again, and hearing a negative response, he was taken aback and hurt. Sharda held herself together and tried not to let emotions take a toll on her. They bid bye to their son and his family at half past 7 in the evening and shut closed the door behind them. With a very heavy heart, Sharda descended on the couch and took her last breath.

  • Passing on the debt

    Passing on the debt

    Rajiv was a very famous business man in the whole city and he was extremely successful as a business man. The biggest quality in Rajiv was that he was extremely rich and a very down to earth person, he was not proud of what he was or how rich he was. He always used to help others and respect his elders, he was an honest man in all sense.

    One day he was on his way back to home from the office in his brand new costly car, he suddenly stopped his car underneath a building which was under construction and many people were working on it. He suddenly saw a little boy who was carrying bricks from one place to the other. Rajiv kept on looking at that boy for a while and while looking at him his mind drowned into the thoughts of his past.

    Rajiv’s parents had died when he was a kid and he spent all his childhood with his relatives who never really liked Rajiv, in fact, they used to treat him in an ill manner and they treated him more like a servant rather than a relative. They didn’t send Rajiv to school, in fact, they asked him to earn money by doing work. Rajiv used to work all day long in buildings which were under construction, and whatever amount he used to earn his relatives used to snatch that amount from Rajiv.

    One day in scorching heat Rajiv was working in an under construction building a man came to him, who appeared to be very rich and well off because of his luxurious dress he was wearing. He asked Rajiv that why doesn’t he go to school? Rajiv told everything about him and told how his relatives make him do this work and how they snatch all the money that he earns. After listening to Rajiv’s story that man asked Rajiv,

    “Will you come with me? I will give you good clothes to wear, I will give you good food to eat and I will admit you in a good school as well and I will bring you up like my own son.”

    Rajiv always had a special place in his heart for the school and studies so he immediately said yes to that man but asked that man to take permission from his relatives first. That man went to Rajiv’s home and asked his relatives if he can adopt Rajiv. His relatives at first were reluctant to let Rajiv go but they were greedy for money so that man offered them some money to take Rajiv with him.

    That man was the famous businessman Mohan. He had many factories which were running in the city and he was an extremely rich person, he didn’t have any child. Mohan took Rajiv with him and treated him like his own son. He gave him a good education, Rajiv was very intelligent and he proved himself in the education field. He completed his education and looking at his abilities and his intelligence Mohan handed over all his business to Rajiv because he was now getting old and he needed the support of any person who could support him and handle all his business. He had brought Rajiv like his own blood son and he had full confidence in Rajiv that he would always live up to his expectations. Rajiv didn’t only live up to his expectation, in fact, he delivered more than his expectations and he did everything what a father expects from his son. Mohan was like an angel for Rajiv who had brought him up and had given him a new life.

    One day Mohan called Rajiv and said “My son I want to tell something to you. I was very poor when I was a little kid, my parents died when I was a young kid I had nowhere to go and no one was there to take care of me. My father Raghu adopted me brought me up, gave me a good life and whatever I am today I am because of him. He guided in every aspect of life just like I guided you, I am here because of him. Rajiv my son I am very old now, I stay sick for most of the time as you know and I will die any day. I wasn’t a promise from you.”

    “Father please order what you want I am bound to obey you. I will do anything to fulfill your wish.” Rajiv said this with tears in his eyes and with a shivering voice.

    “I was in debt to my father Ragh, because he brought me up and gave me a new life, I brought you up and clear that debt from my life I paid that debt by bringing you up and giving you a new life. I want you to continue this process as well, I want you to bring up a poor child like me and you and clear this debt from your life too”. Said Mohan with tears rolling over his cheeks.

    “I will make sure that fulfill your wish I promise you that”. Replied Rajiv.

    After few days of this Mohan died due to cancer and Rajiv was shell shocked at it, he loved his father A LOT.

    Rajiv suddenly came out of all those thoughts and again started looking at that poor boy who was carrying bricks from one place to the other, Rajiv decided that he will adopt this child and will clear the DEBT from his life forever.

  • Chasing an Fowl

    Chasing an Fowl

    “Come back here Betsy! Please come back!” my uncle cried His prized fowl, Betsy, ran away. He had to get her back because he was having an exhibition and she was one of the fowls to be put on display.

    I went to his house to help him prepare for the show. Then suddenly, he shouted at me, “Hold that fowl.” I stopped him and calmed him down. He told me that Betsy had run away and that he had to get her back.

    Betsy ran frantically down the road. She flew on top of Mrs. Elsie’s car. I grabbed her then under I tripped and she slipped out of my hand and flew into Mrs. Elsie’s house. She was starting to see the fowl on top of her priceless vase. She put her hand on top of her head when it started to rock.

    Scat! Scool! ‘Shake,’ she shouted. Crash! The Crash! The vase broke into tiny pieces. I did not have time to explain to a cross Mrs. Elsie, I was back on the road chasing Betsy.

    She flew up a tree. I climbed slowly after her. She flapped her wings and shook the branch. Fruits fell upon my head. Betsy was beginning to get on my nerves.

    The this time she flew into a nearby grocery which was packed with people, who were amused to see a fowl on top of the counter cackling. She flew all around the store upsetting tins and bottles. She perched on the counter again. She looked down only to see a cat. She appeared as if she was shocked. I grabbed her was so glad it was over because I was very exhausted.

    I returned her to my uncle who by now was thinking that his fowl was killed. When he saw her he was overjoyed.

    He thanked me sincerely and he told me that if he needed to catch a fowl he would call me. He gave me twenty dollar bill as a reward. This was the most exciting day of my life.

  • Love at First Touch

    Love at First Touch

    Selena did not find her love in the hills of daffodils neither it is a love at first sight. It is more than just any love story for her. She is not even sure that the person she loves also loves her back as she barely knows her. Dilemma and her conservative society restrict her to think about her love. She is even afraid to dream about even falling in love. In her society it is considered as a heinous crime and she being an obedient girl, cannot commit a crime. For her the values of her family are a priority and going against their value is not in her genes. She is wrapped up in a fear of isolation and shunning from her own family and society.

    The day Selena fell in love…

    It is a perfect day to not to come out of the house and pollute yourself with dirt and mud. However, things go out of your hands and make you do unavoidable things at unavoidable time in life. Selena has to leave her house in the darkest of the days as no excuses are accepted at her position. It is raining outside and there is puddle everywhere. There is mud and castles of mud building everywhere on the road. She has to cross everything and to take an auto. Her mother is worried whether she will be able to reach the college on time or not and without getting dirty. Selena is receiving calls every minute as she is the vice president of her department and an important meeting is going happen in the college premises. She even has to speak and represent her department in front of the principal of the college as the president of her department is out of station.

    Somehow she reaches the auto stand however, all wet and dirty and covered in mud and sand. She reaches the metro station without much of trouble after sitting in the auto. She enters the metro station and while she is climbing the stairs to board the metro a strange things happens to her. Another girl is climbing stairs with her. However, Selena does not pay much attention to it and climbs the stairs. The girl stands next to Selena and when metro arrived, they both boarded the metro at the same time. When they were entering the metro that girl’s hand and body touches Selena. Selena have never in her life felt something similar. She feels like it is love at first touch. It is weird coming from a girl’s mouth, but such things do happen and exist in this society.

    That girl’s hand is so soft and subtle that she forgets the surrounding and focuses on her alone. Selena’s eyes are moving in the direction of that girl’s movement. They have an eye contact and the chemistry says it all. The air around them changes and their eyes are saying more than they will ever say. The resistance and apologetic mindset to love the same sex is there. However, they are lost that are unable to notice that Selena has to get down at the following station. Selena’s phone starts ringing after such a long gap. She has to come back to the real world and understand that she has to get down at the next station. They look at each other for the one last time and bid goodbye from their eyes. There is certain undefined energy which is holding them together.

    She gets off at her station and leaves her new found love in the metro. Everything is flashing in front of her eyes and she can clearly make out that her future is full of problems and cons. She cannot think of any pro in her love and any further decision to make. She reaches the college a little late than usual. She attends the meeting and everything goes well. After the meeting, her friends ask her to go out and have lunch. She refuses and goes home directly. She is hoping to that girl again. However, nothing happens as she was hoping to happen.

    She reaches the home and day dreaming about that girl and her together. She has already planned everything and moving fast in her thinking. When suddenly it seems hollow as they are girls and they cannot live together in this society. Each day she misses that girl and fall more for her. However, lesbian love is banned and all her dreams are shattered. She can only dream and love her in her dreams.

  • Melanie

    Melanie

    My summer holidays had begun and I was lazing in bed feeling like a procrastinator. Suddenly Mummy came n with something in her hands. A tiny hummingbird! It was trembling because of a broken leg which was bleeding badly. “Arun Bhaiya found the poor thing lying under the Kadamb tree in the garden,” Mummy said.

    Oh! The desire I had to hug and kiss it was uncontrollable and the disappointment, indescribable when I realised it was too small!

    My sister, Prakriti, and I got her the basket we used for our chickens a year ago and I washed her leg and bound it with gauze.

    We put her in my softest napkin with a bottle cap half full of water and sprinkled some millet – seeds near it. When Dad came home he christened her ‘Melanie’, on the spot and Melanie she was!

    For two days we played with, soothed, caressed and comforted her When the sun rays bounce off her back, pink, green, red, mauve, yellow and a deep glint of blue would shimmer and glimmer all around her. On the third day, after giving Melanie her millet seeds and water. I went out to play. When I came back and asked Mummy if could play with her, “Sure” was the answer. I expected Melanie to be up and about-about just the just the previous she had started tweeting.

    I opened the cage and there she was stiff and cold, with her legs suspended in midair. I screamed! I was hysterical. I ran to my room and slamming the door shut flung myself ° onto the bed and cried. After I had calmed down I told Mummy and Prakriti what had happened, Silently, we buried her and planted pansies over her grave and sobbed, tears flowing freely down our cheeks.

    My time with Melanie was brief but very beautiful My memories of her-hopping in the garden, tweeting for the first time, standing with the nap rainbow colors shimmering around her, sleeping in napkin-these memories always be with always me with me, treasured in my Heart …

  • Then he happened!

    Then he happened!

    Life was sober back then. Things were not happy, I was not happy but yet life was sober.

    My heart was heavy with the remembrance of my passed love and my mind still resembled to carry it forward.

    For what they call this is midlife crises and one must suffer through this to hear own crying voices.

    There was no darkness but there was no light either.

    The full moon reminded me of what I had lost but the sun still managed to emerge brighter.

    The colour of the walls did not change but the rains painted a whole new vague.

    Happiness did not vanquish my pain and every time I listened to their minds, my life went down in vain.

    I continued to get depressed by their sayings as my self-confidence was unbalanced by their doings.

    I know how seamy I was as a person but their mendacious thoughts woo me in person.

    Their thoughts corrupted me into a hive; my body just got less unrealistic and showed error in my file.

    Although I wanted to shout and take out all which was crowded above. Tell each and every story about my scars. Let someone know how I have gotten so far.

    Interpret every scene that hurt me in time but wait did I mention that crying too was a crime?

    I wanted to hog but I forgot that I was a female hog myself.

    I always indulgent but never received and I always wondered why would it be.

    One fine day, when I was reassuring that I was alive; I had a thought of bringing someone in my life.

    But does miracle are sold out in stores? Because all I had in my jean’s pocket was some penny or more.

    And god is gracious because so are our deeds.

    Because He sent a guardian angel for me to flee But he built him up so far from me.

    Distance only made me laud him but galaxies were moving inside me.

    I did not think that my life will offer so much to rely on as it always gave me sorrows to be cried on.

    But after all of these frightful nights, I have got the most mature, intelligent and stubborn man who is now my knight.

    For what my life is still not stabled and challenges do hit me once a while.

    But today, after so much of suffering, I am not afraid of falling in their alchemy as I only see a strong and independent woman coming out of me.

    I did not get a touch or a glimpse of my man but he did give me what I was in need by then.

    “Strength, Power, Dignity, Capacity, Patience and most importantly an ally.

    An ally with whom I have aligned my life and A lover who alkalises all of the lies.

    A fighter who teaches me to fight, a believer who believes me in night!

    I want to give all of me to him but he refuses because his mind too complicates.

    Guilt I have in my heart to say but he never lets me to say.

    And sometimes, just sometimes we fight! Irrespective of the topic we stay wide awake and we fight. Whether to choose love or friendship can’t decide.

    Though we want to get loved, we keep silence and say not a word.

    We want each other but the past does not let us come together.

    We try to give our best but the distance is such a waste.

    The time taught us how to ignore each other but the concern bonds us even tighter together.

    Honestly, I never expected love from anyone. Every time I did disappointments knocked me down. As I got closer to loneliness in the sea of worthless agendas, I was drowned.

    BUT.. Because there is always a but!

    But once I read a wonderful magic line saying “YOU’LL BE SOMEONES’S BEST THING” that piece of percept was definitely a mush but on reading that my fat cheeks experienced a blush because today when I struggle to get my goals and fly through the endless skies of sorrows, I do have that one best person.

    I have someone who is as pure as 24 carat gold.

    I have someone who woos me with his terrified loaded words.

    I have someone who lets me rely on.

    I have someone who admires me to grow with pride.

    I have someone with whom I can finally fall in love.

    His name starts with an “A” and ends with a “T”, all I can think of are his hands and merely his cheek.

    His arrogance sometimes makes me a bitch but his big black eyes tickle me a bit.

    His short height is a concern for him but that idiot does not now my craving.

    Every time we have a phone call, his voice rejoices me. His unintentional breathing smoothens me.

    His polite gesture takes me to a wonderland but His apprehension often takes me to a crash-land.

    Now, I am determined to say this with a joy on my face that yes, yes I am happy.

    My life is more sober than before and I am happy.

    I do not fear anything.

    I overcame burdens and left harmful emotions.

    I no longer sit in a corner and cry but I cherish every moment and be alive.

    And now I look back and ask why…

     

     

     

    I know why, because that day he happened to me!

  • The dirt called EGO

    The dirt called EGO

    “And the best student award goes to Mahadev Verma of 10th D”

    Hearing the huge round of applause, he felt elated!! In fact, the happiness clouded his vision, and he could hear his heart thump. Like a superhero, he was gliding through and reached the stage to collect his prize. He just grabbed the glittering yet heavy trophy from his Principal who was looking quite charming in her violet saree. After all, it’s the Annual Day and it is the valedictory function which can be said as the most anticipated element of the function rather than the various cultural programs that preceded it.

    As he went back to take up his seat in the front row, he was enveloped by a lot of people mercilessly complimenting him continuously. He felt very odd at the moment. He feigned as if he had a call from his mother and went away to the back of the big ground which was the venue of the celebrations. Deep in his mind, he had some hope his parents would call him. But no; they had some other bigger priority than their lone son.

    He ran up to the parking section and saw his driving yawning out of utter boredom. His presence made the driver turn happy. After all, he could have a tight sleep after dropping his Chota Sethji back to his home. Soon, they reached home. A posh bungalow to be precise. Now, he was eager to inform his Mother about his achievement. The maid opened the door when the continuous doorbells assaulted her eardrums!

    Ignoring her he went running upstairs to his mother’s room. He opened the door and saw her busy chatting with someone on her laptop. Probably, a conference meeting. She directed her glance towards him and put her index finger on her sealed lips. Stay Silent! That is her message. He went down and spent few minutes on his phone. His mother came down and asked him “Why were you shouting my boy?”. By now he has got pissed off. Her eyes went to the majestic trophy kept at the corner table beside him. The inscriptions read – BEST STUDENT 2017. Her eyes went moist with tears of joy.

    She hugged him still crying. This melted away his anger.

    “Congrats Mahi. Let us celebrate! Ohh, now it’s too late. Let us go to your favorite restaurant tomorrow. For now, let’s gorge on the Chicken Biryani I have bought for you.”. Mahadev was happy now. At least his mother was acknowledging his victory. “Let’s go to dinner with dad. Call him also!! Meeting him once a month is not enough for me.”

    His main joy was that he could show it to his father. They meet once in a month. His father is almost never impressed by him. His father is the chairman of the local Chapter of Rotaract and will be proud when he hears about his son’s prize. At least he could now boast about his son’s achievement to them. So all that had to be done is hope that his mom arranges the dinner the next day. He forced her to call his father. Initially reluctant, she gave in.

    “He has agreed to come for the dinner.”

    “Great mom!! Let’s go to the Kamal Restaurant.”

    Then he proceeded to call his dad. “Hello, Dad, as Mom told you; I have won..”

    His father interrupted, “Good Mahi. See I am busy now. Let me hear more about this during the dinner. Don’t trouble your mother too much.” This was rather an abrupt end to a long awaited call.

    On the other end, he was rather relieved. His son has done it again. Yet again he has another chance to meet her. Though he was relieved when the divorce went through about a year back, the separation did hurt him badly. He still had his ego to contend with. He was not ready to accept this and resolve the issues. But still wanted to meet her whenever he could. And the only way he could do that was through his son. He made it a point to meet his son at least once a month. And thus meet her also. So he called her “Riya! Mahi had called me. I want to give him some gift. What do you think I can buy for him?”

    “Come on, you are also his parent. You should know something about him also.”

    “Come on Riya! He lives with you. So I just want to know what he would like now.”

    “He just wants your presence. So don’t disappoint him.” And the line went dead. Another much-awaited call resulting in a disappointment.

    On the other end, there was another person who was rather relieved. She had done what she could to please her son. She loves him very much and readily talked with the one person whom she would avoid under all other circumstances. She even initiated the talk. But still, her son hardly notices this. He takes it for granted. He craves for the acceptance of his father and grossly neglects the one person who is ready to sacrifice anything for him. How could she make him realize this?

    “Hello Mahi, should I pick you up from school? I thought before going for dinner with Dad we will go to your favorite ice cream parlor.”

    “No need Mom. I will come with my friends as usual.”

    “Ok. Just be careful.”

    “When did you make the reservation?”

    “It’s at 8.30 in Mauryas as you wanted.”

    “Great Mom. Just don’t fight with him again today. I want a peaceful dinner with Dad.” And the line went dead again. Another call ending in disappointment.

    If only someone had the will to break the vicious circle of ego.

  • Insane

    Insane

    There is always a bridge between normality and insanity. What you feel is normal might be insane for somebody else. What you feel is being vulnerable might be strength for somebody else. We do not fill the gap, we judge. Today if we find a man living on the streets and talking to himself all throughout the day, we would definitely categorize him in being insane. Life doesn’t give us all what we need, life gives us what we need for that moment, life places its cards on the table and asks us to choose. Now it depends on the person and what he chooses.

    There was a happy man once, he had a family and a heart to look after his family. His wife and children were devoted towards him and he was grateful. His life had many twists and turns, but he never gave up. He thought that his life could be better the next day. He thought his children could love him and not show devotion through fear. His wife was very dear to him and for her his possessions were not tolerable. She was very happy for her children were doing good in life, but she was not happy about him. She was excellent at everything, she was a good mother, a good wife, and good sister, and a good friend. She took all her effort to keep things at their best. But life wouldn’t treat her right. Her misery would pounce upon her pretty soon. She met a man, he was good to her, he was attracted towards her, but she did not know why. She was scared to lose her husband and her children. So she maintained her distance with the materialistic ideas which would haunt her and compel her to make herself happy, because she was not happy. Her life was a robotic one, she did not feel any connection to her husband, but she did not want to admit it, because once in life she loved him, she loved him more than anything else, she slowly started to think. This was something she could not control- thinking. She thought what if she left her husband and stay with the new man who made her feel lively again. She could not discard the thoughts anymore because it was too late. But she tried controlling them. She tried not being miserable, and as a result she forgot how it felt like to smile and be happy.

    One night, she comes back home from office and finds her husband is back as well. She had a party to attend that night, but she did not feel like and so she came back home and for the first time in years, she wanted to have a conversation with her husband regarding them. But to her surprise, she found that there was another pair of shoes just at the entrance. She went in, and saw a lady sitting beside her husband, and trying to console him. She couldn’t take it, she froze right there and didn’t speak for hours. The lady left, and her husband never showed up that night, because he left with the lady. She could not feel herself breathing anymore, she thought she was insane.

    Her husband on the other hand was having an affair with the other woman. According to the husband this was not a crime, it was mere happiness which he though he deserved because he had nobody to confide in back at home.

    The lady gradually started losing her mind, as days passed. She had done everything to feel alright, in spite of it all she was failing every time. She would not speak to her husband and he would never talk to her, though she deserved and explanation. She started to keep herself busy with other work. But she was not being able to concentrate in anything else as well.

    One day, after going through a lot of hardship, she made a decision- she left. She packed a small bag and left to explore the world. At this her family was spellbound and did not know why she took such a step. Everybody called her “insane”. But her husband knew exactly why. When the children asked him, “Her dad, where did mom go?” their dad replied, “She went to her life.”